whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"Accidents can happen, but please try not to, yes."

Moving closer to her, Loki let his own dagger vanish, and proceeded to show her the first of the counters they'd be working on. Certain she understood, then moving to the next. They weren't all that different than the unarmed ones in some ways. They both ran through the drills slowly, then more quickly, until he was certain she'd gotten them down.

Edited 2021-08-29 20:48 (UTC)

Christine picks up the movements quickly. She's doing well until a quick movement has her slipping and slicing across his arm.

The dagger disappears immediately as she tries to see how much damage she's done.

"Shit! I'm so sorry"

Loki winces, but does not cry out or do more than that slight flinch. It hadn't gone deep, thankfully--if it had, he'd have needed stitches to stop the blood loss again. Nor had it sliced through an artery. "I think it looks worse than it is, although I feel it." Keeping his other hand over it, but letting her see.

She's using magic without realizing it, her first aid bag being called to her hand.

She carefully looks at his arm, the wound is neat, and not overly deep.

"I can probably glue that once we stop the bleeding."

He looked surprised when she called her bag to her, before chuckling softly. "You are a quick study, my Sweetling." Affection and pride for her in his voice.

It was proof the dagger was sharp, that the wound was so neat. He didn't seem too concerned, even if it was annoying. "It'll be fine, Christine. It looks worse than it feels, if that helps." Since his hands were occupied, Loki let his mind brush hers comfortingly.

She doesn't even realize what she's done until she looks at the bag. That makes her smile a little.

"Glue is easy, just to make sure you don't scar." She pulls out a bit of gauze to apply pressure to it.

"It's my job to take care of you as well, and this is something I can actually do."

"Would a scar be so bad? Perhaps it's not the most grand of battles, but it was gained fairly." But he won't argue with her. Placing his hand over hers over the gauze. "...I can't say for how long. But as you are mine to care for...." Loki breathed, being certain he wanted to do this. "I am yours to care for."

"I would feel bad every time I saw it." He has his share of scars, but none she has put there.

"I'm not strong enough to defend you in a fist fight, but I can at least glue you back together."

"Maybe what I need is someone to help put me back together, rather than defend me?" That she would feel guilty is the main reason he's not objecting. It's important to her, so it's important to him.

"Just don't let this scare you off of our training. You need it."

"I'm good at that part." And she's willing to put together whoever needs it.

"Might want you to wear your light armor for a few practices."

"When we get to more advanced stuff, I will. We'll have to see about getting you some as well, since I doubt you'll stay on the sidelines of battles." Likely Sif and Brunhilde had already thought of that, given what they'd worked on training with her for already.

"Not now that I have special brain powers." She teases. It's easier to make a little joke than to imagine actually going into one of those big superhero battles.

Moving his hand, he cupped her chin and made her look up at him. "Christine," Certain he had her attention. "You were special before those powers manifested. They're not why your soul shines. You helped a stranger whom you thought would die, for no reason other than because you are kind. You were still kind, even when finding out who he was. That is what makes you special."

He catches her by surprise and it shows on her face.

The link between them is flooded with her love, there's no escaping it washing over them both.

It still baffles him, but does not spark the emotional storm of the night before. Instead it's cradled like the precious gift it is; sending back that fierce desire to protect and keep her safe mixed with a jealous possessive pride that he found her--that she's the one he directs this to--and a raw joy and contentment at her company.

He'd made his views on love clear before. Loki wasn't entirely sure he was capable of love, either. But he could recognize the precious gift it was, and had promised himself he'd become worthy of hers.

As much as she would want him to love her back, she's in no rush for it. Especially with all the suffering he's gone through, it's natural that he is very protective of his heart.

The emotions he has for her are enough, she knows she is critically important to him and it feels really nice.

"I'm not very good at shielding emotions from you."

"I've noticed." Said softly, with only a hint of teasing. "We will have to find a way for you to keep even me out. For your own protection."

She nods. "I know. I've been strengthening my shields quite a lot."

But he is just welcomed right past them.

"I'll have to craft new ones to give you, too." Shifting his hand to be able to stroke her cheek, hold her jaw and throat slightly. Leaning in to kiss her sweetly. Thanking her without words.

The bleeding from his arm has mostly stopped so she is able to be distracted by a kiss for a moment before her focus is back on the cut. Checking to see if it needs glue or not.

"Could probably just be bandaged."

"I place myself in your capable hands, Dr. Palmer." Letting her go, and moving to hold his arm out for her to continue examining the cut.

She nods and gets to work carefully cleaning the cut and putting little butterfly sutures on it just to make sure it stays neat before she bandages it. She kisses the skin above the bandage as a little apology.

It's probably good she's focused on work, because Loki isn't aware that his smile is actually very telling right then. Admiration...and love. Even if he wouldn't recognize it. But they need to get back to work...

"Haven't scared you off of playing with knives, have I?" He teased, as a way to segue back into the lessons.

"I warn you now my spacing will be off." She will be keeping more of a gap between them for a little while at least.

She packs her bag back up and tucks it away.

"Ok. I'm ready."

"Then you'll just have to fix it." Determined, as he would not let her fail at this. Back to counter drills and manifesting her dagger unexpectedly. Occasionally demonstrating a new one with his own dagger. It would be dinner time before they took more than water and breathing-breaks.

"You'll still need to practice, but you're just about ready to start learning with your other hand too. If you want."

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